On Si Yiheng’s stern face, his thin eyelids lifted slowly, and he stared at the phone screen for a long time without speaking.
At that moment, Shuyu was sitting in the living room. She had tied her long hair into a neat topknot, exposing her smooth forehead and giving her a look that was well‑behaved and harmless.
She was wearing lightweight summer pajamas, and beneath the thin cotton pants lay long, straight, pale legs.
Biting the tip of her pen, Shuyu was looking through reference materials on human anatomy and proportions.
In her original world, technology was far more advanced, and people’s physiques tended to be more robust and athletic.
At 168 cm tall, Shuyu would have been considered a beautifully proportioned, graceful figure in her own era. To take on commissions in this world, she wanted to understand the typical body types here.
She also planned to use Si Yiheng as a reference to draw sample sketches, so she could pass the platform’s review requirements. After all, he was the person she knew best in this world.
ATM: What do you want to look at?
Little Fish Swimming Along: Your legs, starting from below the waist.
ATM: Why do you want to see my legs?
Little Fish Swimming Along: I’m an art major. I need you as a reference for human proportions.
Si Yiheng paused briefly before replying.
ATM: All right.
Little Fish Swimming Along: I can’t very well go asking other guys to show me their legs, can I?
ATM: I’ll send you some photos later.
Little Fish Swimming Along: Can I choose the pose and what you wear? 🐱 Eager kitten
ATM: ……
ATM: No.
Little Fish Swimming Along: Brother, you’re so stingy.
ATM: ……Fine.
Tiedan had been watching their exchange and was already completely lost for words.
Tiedan: Yubao, this is the male lead we’re talking about! It’s already a huge favor that he agreed to show you his legs. Asking for specific poses and clothing is probably pushing it too far.
Shuyu blinked slowly and didn’t press the matter further. “All right, then.”
When there was no reply from the other side, she went back to tracing the outlines of the sketches she had drawn the day before.
Suddenly her phone buzzed. Thinking her food delivery had arrived, she tapped to answer—only to hear a woman’s voice erupt from the speaker, clearly furious.
“You think you’re too big for your boots now, Shuyu? How dare you block me? Do you still see me as your mother?!”
“We know you’ve found a rich boyfriend. If you don’t send us money right away, I’ll come make a scene at your school—so much so that you’ll be too ashamed to show your face there again!”
Shuyu held the phone away from her ear, said nothing, and blocked the number again. This time, she even removed the SIM card.
“I should just get a new card. The original owner’s family is completely heartless,” she muttered.
Even Tiedan was angry. “They really are terrible! The original girl was so pitiful—since she started college, they never once asked how she was doing or sent her any living expenses. Instead, they kept demanding she hand over all the money she earned from part‑time jobs!”
“And now that they’ve heard she’s dating someone, they suddenly want a share of the benefits!”
Shuyu found it quite shocking. The original girl had been in university for a year and a half, which meant she hadn’t even seen her parents in all that time.
“If they ever meet me again, will they realize I’m not the same person?” she wondered.
“No, they won’t,” Tiedan explained. “The original owner had such a faint presence in this world. Besides, once you arrived, our Inter‑Dimensional Travel Bureau automatically blurred everyone’s memories. Anyone who knew her will only remember her old personality and keep their fixed impression—but they won’t recall exactly what she looked like. Even if they notice you’re much prettier, they’ll just think their own memory or taste was off all along.”
It made sense. To everyone who had ever met her, the original girl was just a vague label: plain‑looking, timid, quiet. But no one could actually picture her face clearly.
Shuyu tapped the tip of her pen lightly against her own nose. “And what about official documents?”
“All of them have been updated to match your details,” Tiedan assured her.
Shuyu relaxed. That meant there was no risk of being recognized in this world.
At Si Yiheng’s home.
Shen Qinghan was sitting on the sofa, munching on an apple, and feeling puzzled about why Si Yiheng had been staring at his phone for so long.
From what Shen Qinghan knew, Si Yiheng rarely used his phone for leisure—it was merely a work tool to him.
Pretending to wander casually, he circled around behind Si Yiheng and glanced at the screen.
Seeing the conversation was with Shuyu, he first felt a hint of disdain—but then he caught sight of the transfer history, and his eyes went wide in shock.
His voice rose sharply. “You sent money to Shuyu? And this much?!”
He looked at Si Yiheng with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. “Are you out of your mind?!”
In Shen Qinghan’s view, their relationship was basically just an online romance. Si Yiheng hadn’t even met the girl face‑to‑face, yet he was already pouring huge sums of money into her.
And now she was asking him to show her his legs!
He’d said from the start that she was just a gold‑digger—but Si Yiheng had refused to listen.
His temper flared up. “And remember when she claimed her father got hit by a car? That was obviously a lie! This is exactly how those con artists on the internet operate.”
Si Yiheng lifted his eyelids slightly, his gaze turning icy cold. “Shen Qinghan, if you can’t speak properly, you can leave.”
Seeing that look, Shen Qinghan knew he had truly angered him. He gritted his teeth. “Fine, I’ll drop it.”
“Just wait until you actually meet her—you’ll regret this.”
But Si Yiheng didn’t think so. Shuyu’s personality had already proven far more interesting than he expected. If anything, he almost hoped she really did look as plain and unremarkable as Shen Qinghan claimed.
Tiedan: Yubao, we haven’t “mined” anything from Si Yiheng today yet.
Shuyu hadn’t realized she was supposed to do this every single day.
“Can’t we do it tomorrow instead?” she asked, confused.
“No way!” Tiedan replied firmly. “We have to strike while he’s swamped with work. Before he met the female lead, his ideal type was someone ordinary‑looking and unassuming.”
“But you look anything but ordinary! Once he finally has time to meet you in person, he’ll definitely break up with you.”
“And once that happens, we’ll have no more reason to ask for money.”
Shuyu also felt uneasy at the thought of actually meeting Si Yiheng. If things could be handled entirely online, so much the better.
She blinked. “So… how do we do it today?”
“Send him photos of your legs!” Tiedan suggested.
Shuyu glanced down at her own legs, then back at Tiedan, her expression turning a little awkward.
“Photos of my legs?” she asked, sounding unsure.
“Yes! Thighs or calves, it doesn’t matter. Preferably while wearing stockings—and even better if they have a little lace trim!” Tiedan said confidently. “Think about it—you already sent photos of your hands and got a great response. Now we level up to legs. It’s a gradual progression, play a little hard to get, keep him wanting more…”
“Showing legs is one of the most essential skills for a successful gold‑miner!”
Tiedan pulled up data from countless previous cases, showing a success rate of nearly 99 percent.
The numbers spoke for themselves.
“All right… that works,” Shuyu agreed after a moment’s thought. If Si Yiheng showed her his legs, she could show him hers in return—it felt like a fair exchange.
She raised her phone and took a photo of her legs, then sent it over.
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Little Fish Swimming Along: Brother… do you think they look nice?